Don makes up his mind


It didn't take long in the grand scheme of things for Don to make a decision, in fact he'd probably already made it the evening at the office. He spent a night thinking about it, watching Liz sleep while he did. She had spotted the mark Colby had sucked into his neck virtually immediately, demanded to know what happened, where he had been to get a hickey, and more importantly, who had given it to him. He had come up with some excuse, that it wasn't a hickey; that he and Colby had been reconnecting at a batting range but she wasn't stupid, she knew something had been up for a while. Which was why she didn't argue too much when he gave her his reasons for breaking up. He missed out his increasing feelings for Colby, she wouldn't understand, would probably make their lives hell, and really, he didn't understand it either.

Colby didn't treat him any differently at work, Don just seemed to be hyperaware of him now; every time he laid his hand on Don's back to push him out of the way, to direct him to their target, or even when they were just talking, Don's skin tingled and he relaxed a little, feeling … protected. It had been a long time since he had felt protected.

Something had changed about him, even Doctor Bradford noticed, and Don found himself explaining a few things and getting some clarification in response.

"You've been looking after yourself for most of your life," the Doc told him. "Your parents spent most of their time with your brother, yes?"

Don couldn't deny it, he had, getting home from school when he was eight and making his own snack, doing homework in the dining room while his Mom and Dad were either working or dealing with Charlie, getting himself up in the mornings. And then there was school and college, protecting his friends and Charlie from bullies, which didn't change when he joined the Stockton Rangers. He remembered having to stop one of the big guys pounding on a groupie, making sure she was okay after he'd broken the guy's jaw, having to explain himself to the bosses and PD and being vindicated. It was one of the many reasons why he had joined the FBI. The only person apart from Colby who had turned the tables on him and looked after him was Coop.

Billy Cooper, tall, ginger, loud when he had to be, silent when he wanted, and he arrived in Don's life just when he needed him. But Coop didn't want to settle down, he didn't want Don waiting for him here, and Don knew himself well enough to know he wanted and needed stability. Colby, a man Don already cared a lot … a huge amount about was offering him a lot more than occasional sex.

Which was why he found himself standing at Colby's front door on a Saturday afternoon about a month after they had … come together at the office. He took a breath and knocked on the door, and hoped the guy was in after all of this.

He was. Colby answered his door only after a few moments and smiled at his boss. "Afternoon," he greeted him. "Are you all right? Have you made a decision?" he asked as he leant against the doorframe.

Don nodded and studied him as he did so. Col at work was always immaculately dressed, in suits, shirts and ties, but now he was just in ratty jeans and a white t-shirt, and he looked good. "I am, and I have," he answered him.

Colby's smile widened. "Am I going to like it?"

Don smiled at him and nodded. "If you still want me," he replied.

Colby grinned and stepped back, letting him in the apartment as he did so. Don took the invitation and stepped in, shutting the door behind him firmly as he did so. "I'm ready, he assured the other guy. "I'm not really sure what I'm letting myself in for, but…" He laid a hand on Colby's chest. "Whatever you want."

Colby stepped forward and surrounded him with his arms, pulling him close in his small lobby. "Do you trust me?" he asked him, knowing the answer. If Don didn't he wouldn't be here.

Don nodded and rested his free hand on Col's waist, the other still over his heart. "Yes, I trust you," he replied.

The bigger guy pressed forward and laid a chaste kiss to his lips. "Good," he replied. "Because this is all about you, Babe. We'll take it slow, and only go where you want to go. Okay?"

Don nodded. "You want to control everything," he said and smiled at Col's frown. "I've been doing a little research," he admitted. "I don't know if I'm ready for a flogging just yet though."

Colby's dick twitched, he had thought about that, how the muscles of Don's perfect ass would tremble as Col dragged his flogger over it. He grinned and pressed himself against his smaller companion, showing him just what he was going to him. "I'm in this for the long haul," he told him and moved in to lick at a little spot under Don's ear. "We can work up to that," he murmured into that ear and then gently bit down on the lobe, making Don groan and shiver against him. "I was also thinking more of cock rings to stop you from coming, a thick vibrator in your ass so I can concentrate on tit clamps. And maybe letting you suck me off at the same time."

"Fuck," Don groaned, pressed his hips against Colby and rubbed his hard cock against him.

Colby laughed and slipped a hand under Don's sweater to caress his skin. "If you want," he suggested and sought out his mouth for a deep, dirty kiss – all tongues – before he pulled away again. "Do you want?" he asked and used his other hand to slip into Don's back pocket and squeeze his ass.

Don nodded and used his own hands to caress and explore. "Yes," he murmured into Colby's neck. "I want…"

Getting to the bedroom wasn't difficult and it didn't take too long, Colby pressed his hand to the small of Don's back and steered him along to his bedroom along the corridor. The room was like any other, large bed, some more furniture, and Colby laughed again as he saw Don look around curiously. "You were expecting a dungeon?" he asked him, amused.

Don smiled and flushed endearingly at being caught. "A little," he admitted.

Colby shook his head and put his hands on Don's belt, quickly unfastening it. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Today is about sex. Can you get with that?"

Don could get with that, definitely, and he batted Colby's hands away so he could strip quickly, showing him exactly how down with that he was.

Colby stood back and watched him work, and found himself face to face with a naked Don Eppes, already half hard, smiling at him. He looked him up and down with a leer and ran his hands up and down Don's flanks, marvelling at his soft skin. He never thought he would have this and he pulled Don close and celebrated by covering his mouth with his to kiss. Now he had him in his arms, he was never, ever, never going to let him go.